Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mexico and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing One Last Wish to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Mars,
Tears for Fears,
Scan 7,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alton Ellis,
Loose Ends,
Rites of Spring,
The Searchers,
Lakeside,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marshall Jefferson,
Main Source,
The Fire Engines,
Drexciya,
Tommy Roe,
The Techniques,
Dave Gahan,
Bizarre Inc.,
DJ Sneak,
Mr. Review,
Max Romeo,
Anthony Braxton,
Judy Mowatt,
John Holt,
Brand Nubian,
Chris & Cosey,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sarah Menescal,
Banda Bassotti,
Slick Rick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skaos,
Monks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deakin,
Intrusion,
Gichy Dan,
the Germs,
Q and Not U,
Infiniti,
ABC,
Sex Pistols,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Accadde A,
Michelle Simonal,
Donald Byrd,
Aural Exciters,
the Normal,
Boz Scaggs,
Rotary Connection,
Surgeon,
The Velvet Underground,
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Halsall,
Depeche Mode,
The Blues Magoos,
PIL,
The Vogues,
Zapp,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.